Hey Ref!

Let me ask…how cute is this?

I remember when the boy was running around the soccer fields and now…he’s refereeing the games. How times flies.

He was nervous at first, but I was confident that he was going to do just fine. And he did. I was exceedingly proud.

The girls were adorable.

“Dad, can I run now?”
“Coach, which way do I go?”

This photo of the boy is not the best but I wanted you to see this little girl. Is she flexible or what?

My shoulders came out of joint just looking at her.

And the thing is this. Boys need their moms. But boys also need males to guide them and teach them how to be God-fearing, respectful, strong yet gentle, decisive but flexible, and chivalrous. My favorite kind of men. So I’m grateful for Neighbors Paul, Leigh, Ted, Will and all the men in the boy’s life. And I’m grateful for Neighbor Steve above to do that and teach him how to referee a soccer game.

Oh above all, I’m grateful for his dad.

Hosted by Cecily and Izzy ‘N Emmy

September 23, play II

A Life Interrupted

The husband sent me this photo of clouds somewhere over the United States at 37,000 feet. I think it’s beautiful and I think how wonderful it must be to be able to have a job where you see this all the time. We don’t know what heaven looks like, we can only imagine.

On Monday night, a friend and a very good man died suddenly. To a tee, every person who spoke of him was sure that he was in the arms of his Savior. It was because of the way he lived his life, every aspect of it.

I have been living life like I normally do. However, I didn’t feel creative. I didn’t feel like looking at photos like I so enjoy doing. I love posting and have done so almost every day for over a year but I didn’t feel like putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. I felt that blabbering on like I am wont to do was an empty exercise in comparison to the sadness that I witnessed the last couple of days.

This is one of my favorite photos that I took of him. He was playing Archie Bunker at our Christmas pageant and he played it to a tee. I love the contrast of him wearing a pretend scowl and the innocence of the kids caroling behind him. Archie is the antithesis of who Gary was.

Yesterday, I posted several notices for the memorial service on our website and as part of the housekeeping, I accessed his email account to get some contacts. His webmail is set up with his chosen photos and he is still receiving emails. His car is still in the parking lot. It was graphic evidence of a life interrupted.

It is surreal.

So today, kiss and hug everyone you love.

Happy Love Thursday.

September 20, September Mornin’

“We danced until the night became a brand new day.
Two lovers …la la la…from some romantic play.
September mornings still can make me feel that way.”

I don’t know all the words and my family constantly makes fun of me for me from making up the lyrics. But I can’t stop singing this song all month. I rattles around in my head and pops up at the most inopportune times, like when I’m speaking in public. Is it Neil Sadaka? Or Tom Jones? Hmmm…

The Road Less Traveled By

My favorite color as asked by Mary at Little Red House?

Why it’s green of course.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Certain stances of this poem have been quoted over and over again in many venues. The concept that Robert Frost conveys so beautifully is one that people have adopted in their decision making or as it would seem, a retrospective look back on their own lives.

Me? I love the poetry and I’m grateful for the divine intervention which inspired it. When I was a little girl, I wished for the life I have. I admit it. I did not pray though, I was not brought up to do so and I never thought of asking God for anything. In turn, I never did anything for Him. I was not one to dream of my princess wedding – though there’s nothing wrong with that. I want my own little girl to have the blessing of doing just that. Instead, as a girl, I wanted a “normal” life, one that included exactly what I have – peace.

And I see my sister lie in her brand new hospital bed, I realize that peace, among many things, means acceptance. However, when one is a young woman ravaged by the effects of Lou Gehrig’s disease, neither comes easily. Especially for her two young children. She is going to move away to Georgia soon. To me, that’s heart-breaking.

So Gayle, your Monday Memories means one thing to me today…that I will try as best I can to be the sister I’m supposed to be before she moves away. I will pray she forgives me of all my trespasses big and small. I will forgive without holding a grudge. This way we can both take the road less traveled.

September 20, Red Whispers & Saints

“All the saints send you greetings, especially those who belong to Caesar’s household.”
Philippians 4:22

Today in church I found that I out that I am a saint. I’m very happy about that. Oh and this photo is SOOC. It was the biggest, prettiest hibiscus I’ve ever seen.

Hey, Giants vs Cowboys tonight…perhaps I’ll be doing tutorials while watching the game.

Randomness…randomness…

Posted on Spiritual Sundays….like today.

Fix-It Friday, Little Nancy Drew

It’s Friday so it’s time for iHeartfaces Fix-It Friday. This photo was sent in by the Animator’s Wife who I don’t know but like very much. There’s beautiful photography going on at her place. Her daughter reminds me of Nancy Drew, a cute little strawberry blonde. Some may say she’s a red-head but oh well, we can all agree she’s cute!

I’m not 100% happy with the end result because of the rainbow that is across her hair. I tried and tried to edit it out but nothing worked, not the healing tool, not the cloning tool, not adding or subtracting layers, not even prayer. It’s there…so be it. If I played any more with it, I’d be in danger of sitting in this spot all day. Someone has to know how to do it, anyone?

Come to think of it, I like the original better. Oh well.

September 18, Azure

I read a post by mrs. e yesterday that I just had to share…I actually read it three times. It’s insightful and up-lifting. Go there...

What’s Your Play no. 63

Most of you know that the girl is a crazy about horses. A horse freak so to speak…

So I saw this photo by Laura at dolcepics for a play this week and I had to play along. Or I wouldn’t be a good mom.

So I made a little yellow cast, made a little glow, made a little graining. Or you can just run TRA’s Sparta…like I did:)

hee haw everyone! It’s Friday!

On My Walk I Am

I walk daily with the dog. The weather doesn’t always cooperate and at times I am in a hurry and I walk quickly. I may not always be fully alert either, sleep tends to cling on without my daily does of caffeine. But then there are days when I truly breath deeply and look for the small details. Today I see this…mushrooms being one of my favorite subjects of late.

Now I’m ready for the day.

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